An Artist's Plight
It all starts with something blank
Colors bounce, swirl, hard to grasp
An idea
Etched in my mind
Zooming innn and out
My pencil starts to move
I don’t know… what it is… yet
Doubt
Makes the pen shake
The inner voice…
who will understand it?
A second voice
what does it matter?
Something forms
Making shapes
Shaping textures
A building…a tree…
Something else entirely…
A new form
A finishing pencil line
My name: Anonymous